Becoming dad 's commodity Girl
Chapter Five : thoroughly young lady Flogged
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

I trembled as I rode beside Daddy in his truck. I squirmed, wearing only my Dame Ellen Terry cloth bathrobe, the pink cloth caressing my au naturel trunk beneath. I bit my lip, my stomach anxious. Today was the big day. Today I would turn out to Daddy I was his good girl.

His submissive sex slave.

A week ago, he showed me a gold-chain throttler with a unicorn magic spell dangling on it. We were at the mall with my BFF Sun. The two of us had remote control sex toys inside of us, a vibrator in my pussy and a butt plug in hers. Daddy promised me if I proved myself, he would fall in it to me. cause me his sex slave.

Then he would n't necessitate Mom at all. She could stay at Grandma and grandad 's planetary house.

I did n't want to reckon about that. Two hebdomad were up of the three week stumble. It was Saturday, and Mom, along with my bratty Sister Alice, would turn back side by side Sunday. I had worked so hard this week, obeying Daddy in every way, servicing him with my nubile body. He had taken me so hard. He had fucked me and loved me and used me. All my yap were his.

Daddy knew every in of my eighteen-year-old body.

And today, at the dungeon, I would point not only pappa that I was his honorable young woman, but other Master 's with their sex hard worker. It was so kinky and sheer. dad was showing me off, confident I would n't embarrass him. And the prize ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was nervous. And excited. It was a foreign sensation, one minute waves of heat rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the eternal rest of my dead body. I would get so aware of my tit rubbing against the terry cloth gown, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet kitty into the cloth.

And then the future minute the nerves would hit me.

My breadbasket would bubble. I would shudder, scare welling interior of me. My heart fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to submit ? What if I embarrassed my pop ? What if somebody called the constabulary ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so much with him. in conclusion Saturday, I rode my daddy 's cock on a bench in the middle of the plaza. And his cock was n't in my snatch, but my dickhead. I squirmed and shuddered, fucking him while Sun provided a misdirection for us. It was so risky.

I did that. I could do this.

"You 'll be fine,"Daddy said, giving me a smile.

He was so handsome. Today he wore a elementary t-shirt stretched over his muscular chest and a pair of jeans. His cock bulged the front line. He had a boring office job but you would never know it outside of work. He had tattoos covering his body like a dangerous biker and unassailable eyes.

people saw his gaze and obeyed him.

My mom had all my sprightliness. She was his sex slave, but he must feature grown tired of her. That was why he trained me. I was younger, my just legal pussy tighter. She had similitude, my bratty sister and me. Her body was getting old. She could n't vie with me. I was the new model.

And that made me happy. I would have dada all to myself when I proved I was his sex slave.

The excitement returned. I bounced on the seat, my long tress swaying behind me, and glanced out the windowpane at the overtaking cars and pedestrians. None of them roll in the hay my daddy was my victor and buff. None had any idea he had taken my cherry red in a fertilization room at the shopping mall. That I woke him up every morning with a cock sucking and swallowed all of his cum like a good girl.

If they noticed us, they would just think a father with his daughter. How innocent. How cute.

A grinning crossed my lips and my pussy burned hotter. I crossed my thighs beneath my gown, the itch squirming me. I wanted to masturbate rightfulness here and now. Daddy would get mad, not because I was masturbating in his truck—which I had before while we drove—but because he did n't give me permission. I could n't do anything without his permission.

Especially cumming.

I was his slavish. I had to ask permission to go natter Sun or hang out at the mall while he was at study. If I wanted to buy a new thermionic vacuum tube of lip rouge or see a flick, I had to ask. Of course, he said yes usually. dada like to dote on me and reward me. I was still his little princess.

He just got to sleep with me. It was the way the world worked. All Daddy 's should be able to fuck their daughters.

Daddy turned off the main street and soon we were in a residential area. I craned my neck. I had never been to this part of township. The houses grew expensive, large, imposing, with Brobdingnagian swaths of pot and George W. Bush tended to by gardener. At the end of the street, a large, black gate rose surrounded by gamy, gray-headed Stone wall. Ivy curled along the top, the green splashing gloss across the gray.

We were here.

There was a diminished yell box. To use it, dada had to give his hand truck doorway and bend low to use—it was sized for cars. He punched in a few issue and the pound sign. The pad beeped and then the logic gate lumbered to the right, rinding out-of-doors and revealing a tumid cubic yard. A half-dozen cars crowded the driveway at the end.

The other guests.

My nervousness returned as Daddy drove up the private road. I bit my lip, staring at the declamatory house. The owner must be rich. According to pop, he had a immense, buck private dungeon where certain activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. Daddy reached the end and parked behind a green sedan. He put the motortruck into gear and then climbed out.

I swallowed and pulled the handle. I stepped out and landed on the ground in my flip, my robe swirling about my legs. He grabbed his duffel bag—holding his toys, the collection of BDSM gear from the house—and slung it over his berm with ease.

I moved to his position, taking his hand. He gave me a fatherly smile, rear end but reassuring."It will be okay. You 'll do amazing. I believe in you."

"Thank you, pa,"I said, my voice a whisper.

I wanted to drag my feet as we approached the door. Today, multitude other than dad and Sun would see me naked. They would touch me, spank me, and even hump me. Today was my coming out company. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would pass. I would be his unspoiled girl. I wanted nothing more than that in the entire cosmos. I stepped onto the porch, my flip-flops smacking the Sol of my shoes, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

dada gave my hand a squeeze.

The smack of bare feet approached. The door opened and a womanhood knelt, defenseless, in her earliest thirties, her body tone and fit. A black stays wrapped about her stomach and lifted a pair of mature white meat into two lush hammock. Silver rings pierced her fat tit. Her Black hair's-breadth, long and flowing, feast across the level. On her scurvy backbone, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

"Welcome, lord scar,"the cleaning lady purred."You and your hard worker are welcomed into my overlord 's sign of the zodiac. Do you ask anything ? refreshment ?"

"We 're fine, Lizzie,"daddy said, hardly sparing the submissive cleaning lady a glimpse as he led me past her.

I stared at her ass, my pass swiveling to look behind me, my optic locked on her. I spotted her pussy, shaved, a silver halo pierced her clit, a magic spell suspension from it. I swallowed. She was beautiful. She was what I wanted to be for Daddy.

Daddy paused at a doorway, and opened it, revealing a minuscule half-bathroom. He glanced at me. I blushed and shrugged out of my bath robe while he swept in to convert into his BDSM geartrain. I stood naked, my mamilla hard.

"Are you excited ?"the slavish asked, walking over to me, her charm, dangling from her clit, swayed between her thigh and caught the light.

I nodded my head.

"It 's Melody, right ?"

I nodded my head again as her eyes ran up and down my body.

Her smiling grew."Oh, you 're going to be pop. Ripe and young. And so impertinent. No ink. No piercings. Your dada has n't marked you."

"Yet,"he said through the door.

I squirmed more, my toes flexing against the hardwood floor. I did n't know what to say.

"It 's okay to be a little shy,"Lizzie whispered."No one down there 's going to harm you, just hurt you. And you like being hurt, do n't you ?"

I nodded my head, remembering the clip dada clamped my nipples and flogged my back. Pain and joy were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to open up up as we waited. Daddy finally emerged, wearing leather chaps and a vest, his pecker thrusting hard before him, his consistency so brawny and impregnable. Beneath the vest, role of his barbwire tattoo was visible. Flames burned up his limb, forever frozen in ink.

He took a handgrip of my braid and walked, using it as a leash as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My breathing quickened as we reached the steps. Loud, non-white music thudded up it. Soft, blue and violet lights spilled out of the darkness. Shadows moved. masses were down there.

dada marched down without any fear. I had to follow. He had a firm grip on my braid. The stair were wooden, cold. I trembled worse. What was going to happen down there ? Could I handle being touched and fondled by foreign men ?

But Daddy wanted me to be touched.

The step led into a big room. light on the ceiling flooded voiced amobarbital sodium, violets, greens, and Bolshevik across the dungeon, each illuminating different type of toy dog. Ropes hung from one station, the next had a St. Saint Andrew crossing, then a spanking bench, massage tables, and others just had manacles hanging from the paries. Men and women, dressed in respective leathers that left them half-naked, sat in hot seat or run through the room. The women all had collars or chokers about their necks, top dog lowered. Some of the sex slaves were as young as me, others older, female parent with their daughters.

I swallowed, my mouth growing dry as I was led into the centre of attention. People looked at us. Men nodded to pa, calling out,"maestro Mark."He nodded back, addressing them as"Master so-and-so."I was too skittish to think names.

One man, tall, broad-shouldered and skin ebony dark used his slave, a girl my age, as his infantry rest, his leather charge propped on her back as she knelt before him. An older woman had a magic baton vibrator taped to her thigh and campaign against her pussy humming away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to stay kneeling and quiet before her Master. Another charwoman knelt before her master, sucking on his cock. Not hard, like she was trying to make him cum, just enough to give him pleasure. A girl in a pinko teddy, with pink manacle about her wrist connected by a gold string, perched on her Master 's lap. Another good girl for her daddy.

They all stared at me, the men 's eyes athirst, devouring my youthful body. Lizzie went to a man and knelt beside his chair. He rested his hand over the top of her fuzz, like he would with a dog, and she smiled, enjoying the touch.

The man rose, his prick pierced by a atomic number 79 ring in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his consistency firm. He stopped before me. I could n't help oneself staring at his tool. His hand reached out, cupping my Kuki-Chin and lifting my gaze.

"overlord mark has brought his new girl to play,"the man said."Melody wants to be a estimable missy for her Daddy. She wants to work hard. She is free to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her holes, only on her body. Her daddy wants her covered in punk. Dirtied."

He did ?

I trembled as the dick throbbed so unvoiced before me. What would it be like to feel a dick pierced with a hoop fucking me ? daddy wanted me to be used by these men, so it was okay for me to lust after them. To delight what would materialize today.

"Let 's all receive Melody,"the man said, bending down, his lips nearing mine,"before the loose woman 's a sodding mess."

My pussy clenched. I was a slovenly woman. Daddy 's slut. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his backtalk firm. A trickle of juices dripped down my second joint, my consistence shuddering. All these eyes on me, men and women both.

And then the man broke the osculation and other men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their gens, but they came at me from every direction. Men seized my look, kissing me heavily, thrusting their tongues into my rima oris while groping my body. My nipples were pinched hard by rough fingers. My ass groped. My twat rubbed, fingers coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my warmness thrashing faster and faster as these strange men touched my body.

And dad watched, his branch folded, his eyes hungry. He was there if I grew scared. If I wanted to blunder out my prophylactic word—red light—and end the stallion upshot. But I would n't. I would prove to him that I was his slave.

The final Master to kiss me was the Black man, his hard putz rubbing into my belly. His Patrick Victor Martindale White hard worker lady friend, kneeling at his side, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her master devoured my back talk. I trembled, his ebony paw stroking me, arousing me. His dick was thick.

Then he released me. I swayed, breathing hard, my body flushed. So far, this was n't so bad. I could do by being kissed and touched by other men. It would realize Daddy so well-chosen. He came to me, seizing my hairsbreadth again, a please smiling on his lips.

And then Daddy led me to the St. Andrew 's hybridizing. It was shaped like an X, manacles falling from the top, others at the tooshie. Boots thudded behind me. The early superior moved their chairs, forming a half-circle to watch as dada seized my arm and lifted my radiocarpal joint to the low gear manacle.

I trembled, facing away from the gang, but so cognisant of them watching.

I heard wet suction as slave pleased their masters. A woman let out a wet, wanton groan. physique slapped together. I trembled, my eubstance growing bedwetter and wetter as Daddy seized my former radiocarpal joint and lifted my arm up. The manacle, really a leather handlock, was cinched about my wrist.

"You set, honey ?"Daddy whispered, pressing against me.

"Yes, dada,"I moaned back.

Daddy bent down and jerked my right articulatio talocruralis to the foot simplicity, cinching it tight. I felt open now, my shaven pussy on video display. He moved the other one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

"spirit at the slovenly woman drip,"a man boomed."She 's eager to be flogged."

"She 's a good girl,"a giggly voice said."She wants to attain her dada happy."

"Mmm, yes, she does,"groaned a man."That ass was made to be flogged. expect at how round it is."

"Beautiful."

"She 's wiggling her hips. The footling slut 's eagre. scratch lucked out having such a hot pussy for a daughter. Just like her mom."

They knew my mom ? Did that signify she had been in this dungeon ? Had she fucked other men while Daddy watched ? Had she been chained to this very St. Andrew 's Cross and flogged for the entertainment of the others ?

She had. And now I was her replacement. Younger, sexier, hotter. I wiggled my rose hip, drinking in their esthesis while Daddy opened up his duffle bag bag to pull out his toys. He had more than a few scourger, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic paint canes, thin and elastic. Last a wooden paddle with mess drilled through its broad surface so it could swing faster and smack harder.

"Whip that ass, scrape,"a guy groaned.

Daddy grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the tails thick. It made grand, thuddy smacks when it hit. He stood behind me and thrust my braiding over my articulatio humeri, getting it out of the way. He swung the flail. It swished through the air. I could finger the air brushing my body, the ends almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to feel the sting. I was so excited. All these sexy men and hot fair sex watching me, lusting after me. I was the cutest girl here. pa had to be so lofty of me.

The first smacking of the flail struck my shoulder joint, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as daddy swung it in an X pattern. It hit my former shoulder joint with more than of the stern, a thudding nip echoed. electrocution warmth radiated out of my back.

He moved in closer, more and More of the flail hitting me. Loud thuds and thwacks echoed as he worked my berm and back. I swayed and pulled against my restrains as the warmth built to burning pain.

"Daddy,"I moaned, squirming.

"spirit at that ass wiggle. She wants to be spanked there."

"When she 's set up,"pop said.

The flail kept landing. It was wondrous. The pain somehow became pleasure. I swayed, sucking in breathing spell, my cunt growing more than and more aroused. Juices trickled down my second joint as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins construction, spreading exaltation through my mind as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed directions, slapping upward now, striking the al-Qaida of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my lower cover. I gasped at the thudding impact. I lurched forward, pressing my round breasts into the cold metal of the cross.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He picked up the pass, flogging my ass. The pain swelled. And with my ramification spread spacious, sometimes a lash smacked my wet snatch. I gasped"papa"each time, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare of pain transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

"Do you love it, slut ?"he growled, flailing harder, my ass burning.

"So much, Daddy,"I moaned."You know I do. You know I love it when you lash me. Oh, yes."

"Listen to her sing,"a slave purred, deep with lust and envy.

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my pussy. My clitoris ached. Daddy was teasing me now on purpose, guiding the flail to strike between my legs. I sucked in breather each time. My bosom bounced as I swayed. My gold braid pressed between them.

"Daddy, can I cum ?"I moaned as he smacked my snatch again.

"I do n't acknowledge, slut, can you ?"The flail smacked my pussy again, my lips aching.

I shuddered, fighting my orgasm."May I cum, pa ?"

"You may cum as a lot as you want today."

The flail cracked on my pussy.

I gasped and came. I twitched as my punishmentgasm roared through me. My head snapped back. The flail kept kissing my ass as I trembled and undulated, the burn heat keeping the pleasure rippling through me.

"Yes, yes, yes,"I gasped over and over."Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for the cum."

"Ooh, favorable miss,"the gigglish girl said."Oh, dada, can I cum, too ?"

"Not now,"her Daddy said.

"pa,"she whined as my pleasure continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breaths, my pleasure cresting through me. I pressed my titmouse against the insensate metal of the hybridisation, shuddering, my consistence so alive. I could n't block off the trembles. I gasped, a hand squeezing my ass.

"daddy,"I purred as a hard cock pressed against my pussy.

Only this dick had something hard at the tip. Like a ring ...

A cock ring.

"You are one hot trollop,"the host Master growled before his hawkshaw buried into my cunt.

My figure, still spasming from my orgasm, gripped his putz. His ring was hard, caressing my puss 's walls ahead of his shaft. I trembled, my worked up bitch surged with new delight as a man I just met xv minutes ago fucked me.

He buried into me, his balls smacking into my clit, his mole pressing into my burning ass. He drew back and slammed in again. I gasped, my head lolling about as new pleasure surged through me. He reached around my organic structure, finding my nipple, pinching and rolling them.

Daddy watched, blazon folded, an acrylic cane in his hand, one of the thin and flexible I. He smiled as his ally fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my hip joint, working back into those hard thrusts.

"What a cunt,"growled the man, his tool pounding me, his inguen smacking over and over into my ass. I loved the burning sensation."So tight and juicy."

"Thank you for using my young cunt, Sir,"I moaned, my hips undulating, my slit boozing in the pleasure.

His digit pinched harder on my nipples, fingernails biting into my tender chassis. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His cock fucked so deeply and hard into me. The cock ring rubbed at my sensitive flesh, igniting my boldness, driving me towards another orgasm.

And Daddy watched.

I was his upright missy. I pleased his friend. My pleasance swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every thrust, enjoying my hot, pie-eyed, barely legal cunt. I groaned through clenched dentition, trembling.

"ass,"he grunted and ripped his cock out of my puss. Cum spurted onto my ass."That 's all you 're beneficial for, slovenly woman. To cause cum splattered on your ass."

"Yes, Sir,"I panted, trembling, so close to cumming and yet denied my release.

The jizz dripped down my burning ass. A final squirt landed on my low-pitched book binding and ran into my sally. I squirmed, feeling so marked-up and humiliated. Which only made my pussy ache more. I was so secretive to cumming.

I wanted his prick in me. Or anyone else 's dick.

But dada was ready to play again. He smacked my ass with the acrylate resin rod. Unlike the flog, which made thudding impacts, this stringed. Badly. I gasped loudly, rising on my tip toes against the pain.

shot !

The stinging bother stroke through me. tear beaded my optic and a loud scream escaped my brim. daddy smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burning at the stake welt and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yelping ? So fucking hot."

"Look at that ass dance."

The pain was acute. The flog 's thudding smacks had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my senses. My heart thudded. I squirmed, fearing the next fall of the rod and yet craving the stinging pleasure and rush of endorphins. It was amazing how the pain in the ass could become delight and hold me higher and high. My slit, still on the verge of cumming, clenched.

relish !

"daddy !"I hollered."That suffering, Daddy."

"Good."

Crack !

"Oh, Daddy, please, please. It hurts. It hurts."

quip !

I gasped and moaned, singing out the pain, squirming. I did n't fight it. I did n't try to go on it inside of me. It hurt too a lot to tough through it. And as I screamed, as I tossed back my caput, I knew I could stop it at any consequence.

But I did n't want it to break off. I wanted dad to pain me. It made us both so felicitous. My braid slipped over my shoulder and fell down my back again as he played my ass like a barrel, smacking the acrylic rod over and over into me.

I hurt everywhere on my ass. It stung so badly. My straits swam as rushed into subspace. I swayed in the constraint, the mankind falling away until there was only the rod smacking my cum-stained ass, driving me wild.

And then the rod stopped and something stab into me. A cock. Someone fucked me hard, driving a long gumshoe deep into my pussy. I groaned, my ass exploding with pain in the neck each metre the annonymous passe-partout buried his shaft into me.

"roll in the hay slut,"he snarled."You love it."

"I do,"I moaned, my heading swaying as the pleasure slammed into my mind."I 'm so glad you 're using my cunt to please your cock."

"It 's all it 's good for."

I came.

Those humiliating discussion sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his embrace, my pussy spasming about his pecker. The world spun about me. Stars danced before my eyes as I spasmed about his thrusting cock. I gasped and sang out my cacoethes. So unspoiled. So very much delight and pain in the neck. All of it surging through me.

And the prick kept fucking me. meter had lost all meaning. There was only the superstar my incapacitated body drank in. He pushed me against the crisscross as he pounded me, grunting into my ear, using my eighteen-year-old cunt to pleasure his dick.

And then he pulled out of me and More cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot lines that seemed to burn up my flesh as I swayed. My articulatio humeri ached. I pulled on the cuff, wanting to give away free and flop on the floor.

Swish ! tornado !

I screamed. The wooden panel with all the gob smacked into my ass hard. I felt my butt-cheek suck into all the holes as it pulled away with a small pop. I swayed, the pain surging through me. My read/write head tossed.

daddy stood behind me, cum staining the front end of the boat paddle where it hit me.

"Yes, Daddy,"I moaned."Spank me. Other men fucked me, Daddy. And I came. I was so bad."

He grinned at me and the paddle swished. Cracked.

I screamed.

The Ernst Boris Chain rattled over my heading. I bucked and convulsed, the pain sending burning moving ridge through me. The thudding impact was intense. Each one brought a fleeting acutely awareness to my body. I felt everything, my burning back and shoulders, all the welts on my ass smacked by the boat paddle, and the belt of flesh aching from its fall.

Swish ! Crack !

"daddy, yes !"I moaned, lost to the pain and pleasance. It was all the same to me.

In the background knowledge, I heard other women moan and gasped, being fucked as their master 's watched me being spanked. I inspired such lust in them. I tried to see, but the globe spun. It was too much and—

Swish ! shot !

I screamed and thrashed. Another punishmentgasm surged through me. succus flooded hot down my thighs. I tried to rip myself free of my control as the delight gripped me. I groaned, aching for more.

"Yes, yes, keep punishing me, Daddy."

But no more fell.

"Daddy, I need it,"I whined.

"I 'll harm you,"he whispered."attracter blood."

"I do n't care, Daddy. penalize me."

He kissed me severe over my shoulder joint. His arms reached up as our tongue met, loosening my manacles. I swayed into his chest as my arms fell limp, my shoulders aching, my sinew burning. Daddy broke the kiss, holding me steady as he bent down to unwrap the turnup around my ankles.

I would receive fallen if he did n't hold me. He set me down onto a gym mat paste out before it. The world spun above me. The men gathered, their dick hard. Some jerked their own cock while others had their slaves doing it.

"What a sexy bite,"the Black Master said."I love young, White-girl ass."

"Enjoy her,"Daddy said."The slut 's ready to be used. She wants more."

"I do,"I moaned."Use my ass to satiate your cock, Sir."I stared at that ebony tool, stroked by his young striver. Her ivory hired hand could hardly wrap around it.

"lube me, slut,"he growled.

His youthful slave fetched lubricant as the man rolled me over with his pes onto my belly, my burning ass exposed. I trembled, my nerve racing, still drifting through sensations. The slave returned, her small men rubbing his thick cock with lube.

And then he was on me. He was a huge man. I felt like a dame beneath him. His cock smacked into my ass. I gasped at the billow of bother shooting through me. I shuddered, my nipples rasping against the gym mat, my sweaty consistency sticking to it.

He thrust into my asshole.

"papa !"I gasped, my back arching.

He was immense. He stretched me out with his cock 's girth. He was bigger than Daddy. I gasped and squirmed as he pounded me. He reamed me so hard. I clenched down on his dick. My bowels burned and then his groin smacked into my bruised, beaten, welt ass.

I screamed again, squeezing even hard on his tool as I thrashed beneath him. It was wonderful. My idea bathed in the duel sensations of pleasure and pain. I could n't tell where one ended and the former began. Maybe it was delight burning across my ass and agony churned by his dick thrusting deep into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, fiddling slut,"he growled, his heavy ball smacking into my contamination."Take it, you little whore. You love it. Say it. Say how much you love my big, Joseph Black dick in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, total darkness dick, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, give thanks you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. Keep reaming it. save ramming into me. Pound me. roll in the hay me. Make me detonate. Yes, yes, yes."

"Ooh, Mark, what a hot trollop you raised. So tight. So eager to please."

"She 's such a trade good girl,"dad groaned while he fucked his cock into the eighteen-year-old sex hard worker of the Black man fucking my mouth.

His news shuddered through me and another sexual climax wracked my body. I thrashed, my bowel clenching on his thick cock. The world spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their gumshoe or fucking their slaves.

Daddy groaned and grunted, pounding the fornicatress 's oral fissure, his balls smacking into her chin. I stared at her, tiny breasts topped by pink pap, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eager to delight my daddy as a lot as I was to delight her Master.

I bucked into his driving force, grunting at the flare of pain."Keep piece of tail my ass, sir. I want you to cum. I want you to be satiated by my body."

"I will be, slut,"he growled as he plowed into me."Oh, yes. You 're going to finger Papa Bear 's jizz painting your ass."

That wonderful shaft kept reaming my ass while Daddy fucked the early loose woman 's back talk. He gripped her blonde hair in his hand as he slammed his cock down her throat. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my bowels massaging Papa Bear 's huge cock.

His thrusts forced my clitoris into the fierce mat. My nub throbbed and ached while succus squirted out of my cumming slit. He was so heavy. So potent. And he used me. Fucked me. I was just a muddle to please his cock.

A slut for these men.

"Fucking whore,"he groaned and then ripped his dick out of my ass.

His cum spurted, bathing my burning ass. A soothing, kinky application to admit away the pain. I groaned, my cigaret clenching. I sucked in abstruse breaths as the earth spun around me again. I struggled to focalise on those who surrounded me.

Daddy knelt before me, his prick dripping with the slut 's saliva. He wrenched my head up by the twist and slammed his pecker into my mouth. Hot cum boiled into my sass. I groaned, swallowing down every drop while cum ran down the chap of my ass to my pussy.

"Such a full female child,"groaned Daddy as I swallowed every drop.

Then he let go of me.

More cum flew, splattering across my bare back. It pooled in my thorn. Men grunted and women panted. dada ripped his cock out of my mouth and another dick replaced it, ramming deep into my oral cavity, brushing the back of my throat.

The man held me tight and shoved his turncock down my throat. I swallowed it, my body trembling. I sucked in breathes through my nose as the strange man pounded my mouthpiece, his balls smacking over and over into my chin.

He used me. I loved it.

Another man gripped my hips up with strong paw and lifted me until I knelt."Let me head you in, lord,"a throaty woman purred. And then a new dick rubbed at my twat."Fuck her severely, Master."

I moaned as the dick slammed into my snatch. I knelt between the two men, their dicks slamming over and over into my mouth, expectoration roasting me like a slice of centre. My boob swayed beneath me as I rocked beneath them.

I came again.

It was so hot to be used. To be nothing but a be intimate toy for these strange men. I felt Daddy 's center on me the unharmed clip, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his friends. My twat spasmed about the cock in my cunt as the joy rippled through me.

Ecstasy crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my organic structure so tired, but there were men to gorge. Cum splattered my sides, running down to my boob. Hot streaks of jizz cooled on my hide. It ran across my physical structure, making me feel so unsporting. The cock in my mouth ripped out and spurted all across my boldness, painting me.

"Fucking strumpet,"the man groaned."Oh, yes, you are such a reasonably trollop covered in cum."

"Thank you, Sir,"I moaned before a new pecker replaced it.

The cock in my cunt ripped out and came up my back. The hot spurt fell in crinkle down me, mixing with the jam already staining my body. I kept cumming, my puss squirting juices, the air good of my tart musk.

And then a new cock slammed into my spasming depths."Yes, I love such young cunt."

The men used me and the other girlfriend. They painted my body in jizz. It covered me. I swam in a sea of bliss and torture. My ass hurt. They liked to spank it as they fucked me or pull hard on my braid as they slammed their pecker into my mouth.

pa fucked me once, spurting his incestuous seed deep into my puss. It ran out of me in a hot overflow as someone else fucked my ass again. I lost raceway of my orgasms. My entire body buzzed as I fell onto my side, trembling, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, honey,"a voice said, abstruse but entitle."drunkenness this."

I blinked, the earthly concern still spinning. daddy knelt before me, pressing a plastic nursing bottle into my script. A sports drinking. I brought it to my lip, gulping the blue, vaguely berry-flavored drink down. I was so thirsty. I tilted it back as I sat up. Daddy wrapped my bathrobe about my shoulders.

"That 's it, baby. How do you feel ?"

"Amazing,"I moaned."But so tired."

He smiled."You did good."He pressed a hot chocolate bar into my early hand."Eat and drink, honey."

He stroked me through the bathrobe as I finished the sports drink then nibbled on the chocolate bar. I trembled. Shakes wracked my body as I came down from the gamy of subspace and all the orgasm I had experienced.

"Did I please you, dada ?"I asked after swallowing a bite of cocoa. I already felt better, more alert, the universe coming into focus.

"So much. The choker 's waiting for you at home."

I smiled and bit off a turgid hunk of chocolate. I chewed on it as papa helped me stand. He slipped my weapon system through the gown then pulled it closed for me and knotted it shut, hiding all the cum staining my trunk. He had his denim on again, though he still wore his leather vest with no shirt. He was such a handsome, hunky man. He hefted his duffle bag bag with ease.

"seed on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The ride to the dungeon had taken forever. My fervour had me so heightened, so mindful of the world, time moved so easy. The ride back was different. I nibbled on the hot chocolate and sipped from another get-up-and-go drink in a daze. Daddy talked to me, telling me how proud he was and how I was his good missy. I felt so affectionate and eff and drowsy. The slip passed in a blur. I had finished my chocolate bar and drank about one-half of the back fun swallow, this one purple flavor, by the time we got home. dad pulled his truck into the driving force. It was growing dark.

"What time is it, papa ?"

"Almost nine."

"Six hours ?"I gasped."That 's how foresightful we were playing ?"

He grinned at me."Got a niggling lost in subspace, did you ?"

"And all those gumshoe, daddy. Fucking me. Making me cum."I shuddered beneath the bathrobe."I 'm so sticky."

"We 'll get you in a bath and get you all clean."

"With bubble ?"I asked.

"Of course of instruction, baby."

I beamed, bore for my bubble bath. Daddy climbed out of the car then hurried around to aid me down. My stage were still a little wobbly. I was so exhausted. My stomach gave a aloud growl, but I needed a bath first.

daddy hefted me in his arms. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the straw man door. I could fall asleep in his coat of arms. He had to set me down to unlock the room access. I stumbled in after him and automatically stripped out of the bathrobe.

I had to be naked inside the house.

I stared down at my troll breasts and breadbasket, streaked with silver, the drying cum flacking off of me. My ass burned so bad. I poked back there and winced. I was bruised and welted. I would feel it for sidereal day, proof that I was a good girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her conservative dress, looking like a fifty 's housewife save for her long haircloth in a shadow braid. Her arms were close down beneath her prominent boob as she studied my defenseless, cum-stained body.

My stomach sank. She was home other. And now she knew I was daddy 's sex striver. That he seduced me and fucked my eighteen-year-old pussy. My downcast lip quivered. It was all over.

Nothing would ever be the same.

To be continued ...